Ode to Writer's Block
The crumpled up lined paper shows it
it is in the many black lines, swirls, and x's over those
poor reject lines
The Love that is
My love for you
On the days when nothing rhymes
Nothing illiterates
Nothing. Moves. No one.
This love is the deadendbrickwallavdexwah
screams and my heart sinks frustrated feeling
because love isn't easy
certainly not our love
And on the days you come around, we play
tug of war with my poems, with this paper,
except the woven words slip through my grip
burning my hand in place of a rope
its the nonsense sentences that pull me over the line
As you beg of me to yell uncle
You Win,
Damn, I love you.
The blank space covering my paper
you missed a spot, everywhere!
Now that's the feeling that attaches me to you
And your __ (Blank)__visits
Of white out lines
eraser bits
the 15th attempt at that last stanza
you mock me when I ask is any of this good?
Of course not, because I love you
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